บท 736: Fresh Blood of the Enemy to Worship the Loyal Souls

Because the other party had so much sorrow, they couldn't bear to look! And they were more fearful that if they took another glance, had their gazes met again, it would intertwine quickly, tightly, and never be separated again…

Jun Wuyi walked forward but did his best to not look at Han Yanyao. But Han Yanyao's eyes were glued to his face, unblinking, crystal-like tears slowly welling up in her eyes.

Jun Wuyi reached out his shaky hands, retrieving the four altars into his hands. His entire body trembled as if he were experiencing a spasm, and hugging the altars, he suddenly pressed them onto his face.

"Big Brother, Second Brother, my two nephews, the bloody vengeance of the Jun Family… today… we finally get our revenge…" He choked out, and rubbing his face against those altars, he felt like he had returned to back when he was just a child, that warm, cozy feeling of being carried in the arms of his brothers.